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Delivered before the North Caroliniana Society, Family, and Friends
at the Carolina Country Club, Raleigh, on 12 May 2004
William Trent Ragland, Jr.
(J //st a few facts that he wight not tel/jo/i)
Born in Salisbury, August 12, 1920, to William Trent Ragland and Alice McKenzie
Ragland. Attended Raleigh's public schools, Woodberry Forest School, Virginia Military
Institute, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (BA. in Geology, 1941), and U.S. Naval
Academy Postgraduate School at Annapolis. Lieutenant in U.S. Naval Reserve on staff of
Admiral Chester Nimitz in the Pacific during World War II. Married Anna Wood of Edenton,
July 22, 1944. Three children, Anna Ragland Hayes, Alice McKenzie Ragland, William Trent
Ragland, III; four grandchildren. So go the vital statistics.
Trent Ragland, Jr., began summer work at age 15 as office boy at struggling Raleigh
Granite Company and by age 1 8 was working in a quarry in Red Hill, Virginia. After college
and Navy service, he went to Charlotte as sales manager of Superior Stone Company, which
had been incorporated in 1939 by his father and uncle. After his father's health failed in 1953,
Trent became president of the company at age 33. When Superior Stone Company became a
division of Martin Marietta, he served as president and CEO of Martin Marietta Aggregates
Division in Raleigh until 1976, then, until his retirement, as senior vice-president of Martin
Trent served as officer or board member of major businesses and rose to the top of
his profession as president of the National Crushed Stone Association. However, it is for his
influence in civic, cultural, and educational causes that the North Caroliniana Society especially
recognizes him with its highest award. Just a sampling of his unselfish volunteer services:
chairman of the Independent College Fund of North Carolina, chairman of the Peace College
Board of Trustees and Foundation, president of the Friends of the College Concert Association
at NCSU, vice-chairman of Carolina Challenge at UNC-CH, and board member of such diverse
missions as Duke Medical Center, Kate B. Reynolds Health Care Trust, Rex Hospital,
Ravenscroft School, North Carolina Symphony, Research Triangle Foundation, North Carolina
Community Foundation, Olivia Raney Library, Boys Club of America, Boys and Girls Clubs
of Wake County, United Way, YMCA, and Salvation Army. Even so, Trent Ragland has given
far more than time to eleemosynary institutions, and, though taxing to his modesty, a few of
his and Anna Ragland's many philanthropies are mentioned by the banquet speakers in
subsequent pages of this publication.
W. Trent Rag/and, Jr.
Good afternoon, everybody. First, let me say how much I appreciate
your being here. It is wonderful to see each one of you, and I do thank you
so very much.
Well, needless to say, 1 am certainly deeply honored — and
surprised — to receive this North Caroliniana Society Award!
You know, Dr. Jones has always had two favorite sayings:
"Substance — not show" and "We seek to do rather than talk about doing."
After all that, he asked me to get up here and just talk.
As you will see, I didn't get this award for public speaking, but I hope
you will bear with me as I try to cany out Dr. Jones's request.
I asked him, "Talk, what about?" He said, "Yourself. Tell about your
life and the changes you have seen." This has all been kind of a shock, and
I've wondered what in the world I could say that would be of interest to you.
I will say, I have always loved North Carolina and also loved history,
so the North Caroliniana Society has been a perfect combination for me. I
have always admired the work of Dr. Jones, President W nichard, and each and
every member of the Board of Directors. We do have an outstandmghoaxd.
Early in life, I came across the familiar and age-old adage, which I'm
sure you know, "Those who ignore history are condemned to repeat it," and
I have always believed that we need to learn what happened in the past — and
why — in order to help us make intelligent decisions for the future.
I worry very much that some of our educational systems are not
teaching history as I would wish. I just heard that the state of Florida has
dropped American history as a requirement.
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Let me read to you one sentence from the mission statement of the
North Caroliniana Society: "This Society is dedicated to the promotion of
increased knowledge and appreciation of North Carolina's heritage through
the encouragement of scholarly research and writing in and teaching of state
and local history and literature."
I've just been reading a book called What J/" that my daughter Anna
gave me, which traces 2,500 years of close squeaks and narrow escapes. It
shows that the history of the world is full of what ifs and what might have
happened in each case if one little thing had gone a different way. Just for
example, what if the violent storm that raged over Europe on June 5, 1944,
just before the Normandy invasion, had not suddenly let up?
Another good example of what ifs:
Originally, Raleigh and Durham had separate little airports that could
not be expanded. Somehow, and amazingly, an agreement was reached
between the city councils of Raleigh and Durham and the county
commissioners of Wake and Durham to build and share one airport at a
certain location between Raleigh and Durham. If that had not happened,
there would certainly be no Research Triangle and many, many dozens of
other enterprises in this area. Raleigh had 23,000 people when I grew up.
Now, the Triangle has over one million.
I mention this because my life has been full of what ifs, along with a
great deal of luck. I'll try not to keep saying it, but as I talk, you will notice so
many times that without good luck, and a lot of what ifs along the way, things
could have turned out entirely differently.
I was born in 1 920, and here are some things that have changed since
When I came into this world, no woman had ever been allowed to
vote in this country. We got that changed pretty soon, and it would be
interesting to know the difference that women's suffrage has made.
I grew up in Cameron Park in Raleigh, and across the street from our
house was 200 acres of woods and streams where we played every day. Today,
it is called Cameron Village Shopping Center.
To make a phone call, first you had to listen to see if anyone was
already using the party line. Then Central would say, "Number, please."
Down in Edenton, my wife Anna's home town, she would say, "Central, ring
me 97, please." Central might reply, "Anna, Maty and Betty are over at
Myda's right now."
We had one telephone, so if the phone rang and we were in bed
upstairs, we had to run downstairs to answer it. Now, people have phones in
We had one bathroom and one car and we had one aunt living with
us. Still, we considered ourselves very fortunate.
We were very close to what was then known as State College, and
their loud whistle would ratde us at six o'clock every morning. The president
of the college, Dr. W. C. Riddick, lived in a little brick house next door. In his
suspenders, he would sit and read his paper on his front porch, which had no
roof. No chancellor's residence then.
One day, my daddy brought home a radio, the first in our
neighborhood. It was the day of a prize-fight — I believe it was Jack Dempsey
and Gene Tunney. Anyway, he put the radio in an open window and turned
on the fight. I don't know how they knew it, but a whole crowd of our
neighbors gathered in our front yard to listen.
When the World Series came, the N <& O would put up on the front
of their building a giant board that represented a diagram of the ball field. A
man got up there with a telegraph clicking away, and whenever a runner got
on base, he would place a figure on the proper base — or take him off. A huge
crowd would gather out in the street and cheer. That was the only way to
know what was happening in the World Series.
Probably the most excitement was when the Poyner children put on
their annual circus, jimmy, Man 7 , and George. They lived on our block. They
all had ponies, and in the morning before the circus, they put on a parade
through Cameron Park to generate customers. They strung a wire around
their yard and hung blankets on it so we had to pay five cents to see the circus.
They were very talented and did a lot of things that real circuses did.
I don't remember my parents ever taking us anywhere, except
sometimes on Sunday afternoons they might take us for a ride, because having
a car was something of a novelty. This was a real pain. My brother and I, on
the back seat, would get to fussing and they would put me out to walk home.
Most days they would just open the door at home, let us out, and tell us to be
home by dark. There was certainly no soccer, no T-Ball, or basketball or
Indian Guides or anything like that.
Sometimes in high school, we would get up mz/early and walk to State
College and play tennis, walk home, eat breakfast, walk to school, walk back
to lunch, back to school, and back home. There was no such thing as a school
bus. We walked to town for the movies, which cost ten cents. Sometimes we
would run along beside the streetcar and call ourselves saving eight cents!
Of course, all the years I was growing up, we were in the middle of
the Great Depression.
I found a copy of the wage scale of the Raleigh Granite Company,
which shows that the rate for labor in 1929 was 20 cents an hour. In 1930, it
was 17V2 cents; in 1931, 15 cents; and in 1932, 10 cents. That wasn't the worst
of it, though. It shows the average days worked in 1929 was 300, and in 1932,
I have here a letter from the Carolina Country Club, where we are
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right now, and I'd like to read you a small part of it. It was written August 12,
1932. "Dues: Resident Members, $10 per quarter. Initiation fees: $10.00. We
are enclosing application blanks and ask that you work to secure new
members." You wouldn't think it would be too hard at that price, but they
apparently had to really work at it.
I've thought about who and what motivated me and, undoubtedly, my
father was the main one. I thought everything he said was right, and I really
wanted him to think I was doing O.K. He never told me so, but I kept trying.
Incidentally, my father also went to Carolina, and during vacations,
he worked in a granite quarry near Salisbury. They were cutting out paving
blocks and tombstones — there was almost no such thing as crushed stone.
One time, the town of Salisbury floated a bond issue to pave two blocks of
Main Street and some crushed stone was used. Then my daddy's boss told him,
"You better go back to the cutting shed. People are going to keep on dying,
but I can't foresee the need for any more crushed stone."
At Carolina, mv father's professor was Nancy Cobb Lilly's
grandfather, Dr. Collier Cobb. In fact, I think he taught everyone who went
there in those days. Dr. Cobb started a subdivision in Chapel Hill, and my
daddy thought so much of him that he cut out a granite block to mark the
entrance, and on it he cut "Cobb Terrace." You can still see it today.
My father was anxious to preserve the history of our highway system
while some of the people who knew about it were still living. So, in 1 952, he
published North Carolina Roads and Their Builders. It is a beautiful book with
300 pages, and it starts with the first Indian trails and tells how the Highway
Department was started and how the first roads got built, and it contains many
maps and many pictures of the people who were involved. He had 5,000
copies printed and sent one to ever) 7 school library in the state. Later, with the
help of John Harden, we brought out Volume II to bring it up to date.
Another who motivated me is certainly my wife, Anna. She was from
Edenton, which was a colonial capital of the state and is full of history. Dr.
Whichard has recently written a great book about a resident of Edenton,
James Iredell, who among many things was appointed by Washington to the
first Supreme Court of the United States. Anna's home was called "Hayes"
and was built in 1814. She was the last person born there before they started
having hospitals. One wing contained an octagonal room that housed the
library. It contained about 2,000 books, dating back to the late 1 500s. It may
have been the largest private library in North Carolina. A few years ago, a
replica of this library was constructed on the first floor of Wilson Library at
Chapel Hill, and most of the books were moved there. Today, you can open
that door, walk in, and you are in Edenton. It is almost exactly as it was down
Anna has been the mainstay in my life and has helped me in more
ways than I can tell. She took care of everything while I was traveling
constantly on business, and she entertained in our home countless customers
and friends. She went to dozens of conventions with me, and she and
Henrietta Badham would hold open house till 2:00 A.M. to entertain
customers there. She brought us and brought up three wonderful children:
Anna, Alice, and Trent, who are here today. They have been such a joy and
such a help to me.
The other night someone was asking each of a group of us what we
would like to come back as in our next life. I said, "I don't know, but I'd sure
want to have the same wife!"
I'm happy to say that if we make it to July, Anna and I will celebrate
our 60 th wedding anniversary!
When I was in the 6 th grade, my father said he would give me a dollar
if I would learn the one hundred counties in North Carolina, their county
seats, and where they were located. When the time came, I only got 98, but
he gave the dollar anyway. That was great information and just an example of
how he helped me.
One summer, when I was 16, Daddy told me to go to Mrs.
Hardbarger's business school to learn shorthand and typing. I was the only
male in the entire school with 200 girls, and I didn't know why I was there, but
typing turned out to be one of the best things I ever learned, especially when
computers came along.
When I was in high school, my father told me he had decided to send
me off to Woodberry Forest School. I had never heard of it, but that was the
extent of our deliberations.
When I lacked one year of graduating there, he told me he had
decided to take me out early and send me to the Virginia Military Institute. He
said, "We are going to get in a war, and you need some military training." End
of that discussion. This was jive years before Pearl Harbor. He said, "Don't
worry, I've got someone who went to school there to take you there and get
you squared away."
This person took me up there, stopped at the entrance gate, put me
out and said, "It's right through that arch over there." When I went in, I
didn't know what had struck.
Toward the end of that year, I said to my father, "If I'm going to live
in Virginia, this might be all right, but I think I want to live in North Carolina.
Also, I think most everybody I know there goes to Chapel Hill, and it seems
like that would make more sense." I held my breath, and he said, "O.K."
After I learned that I wasn't going back to VMI, I just about stopped
studying and, of course, my grades went down. My daddy called me to talk
about this and I said, "It doesn't matter since I'm not coming back here next
year." That was definitely the wrong thing to say. The next morning he called
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me to come down to the hotel in Lexington, Virginia. He had gotten up way
before dawn and driven up there for the sole purpose of laying down the law
to me — that I had to do my best wherever! was. I was really impressed that, as
busy as he was, he would drive all the way up to Lexington. I buckled down
and did well enough to get into Carolina. Thank goodness! It has meant
everything to me to have gone to Carolina.
My roommate had gotten so lovesick that he also stopped studying,
but his daddy didn't come up there, so, when we got to Chapel Hill, he
couldn't get in!
I was really looking forward to seeing Ferebee Taylor here tonight,
but as you probably know, he died very recently.
When we were in school, a lot of nights after supper, I would say to
Ferebee, "We can't study in this fraternity house. Let's go to the library or
find an empty classroom where we can really concentrate." We'd get down
there and start talking about everything and sometimes get to discussing some
of our different opinions, and about 9:00 o'clock, I would say, "I'm getting
sleepy. I think I'll go back and go to bed." He would stay there and study
until about 2:00 A.M. So, I barely graduated, and Ferebee became a Rhodes
Scholar and chancellor of this university. I was on the Interfraternity Council,
president of my fraternity, and head of the Order of Gimghoul — things like
that — but I was not good on studying, and I've had to pay for it every day of
When Ferebee became chancellor at UNC, he got the idea to organize
the very first campus-wide fund-raising campaign and called it the Carolina
Challenge. He asked me to be vice-chairman, and we worked on it for two or
three years. We raised some money, but we had no idea how to even ask for
the kind of money being raised today.
I majored in geology, and a requirement for graduation was a six -week
field trip in western Virginia. Well, nobody had a car, including the teacher.
So I went home and told Daddy I would need a car in order to
He said, "You go tell Dr. Frank Graham that it's necessary to buy a
car in order to graduate from UNC, and if he says that's right, I'll buy you
one." Well, I didn't go, but it was true that we had to take the field trip to
graduate, so he finally bought me a car.
So, at my graduation in Kenan Stadium, he came, and I think he was
feeling pretty good about it until they called out my name and major and the
person right behind him said, in a loud voice, "Geology! Why would anyone
While I was still in school, in 1939, my father and Uncle Edmond
found themselves without a job. So they decided to start a new company and
named it "Superior Stone Company."
I went over to visit the headquarters in Raleigh and found it was two
little rooms up over Walgreen Drug Store. Daddy and Uncle Edmond were
in one room and Mr. Lawrence Shuping was in the other. And that was the
entire company. They had no other employees, no plants, nothing.
By the time I finished school, though, they had built a plant near
Maysville in eastern North Carolina. I went to work there the day after
We were getting out crushed stone to build the Marine bases at New
River, Camp Lejeune, and Cherry Point. We were running 22 hours a day,
seven days a week. I remember we had two hours off for lunch on Christmas
When Pearl Harbor hit, I went the next day to the post office in
Raleigh to enlist as an ordinary seaman in the Navy. I passed all the tests until
the last one, which was for color perception. I couldn't tell anything, and the
guy said, "Put on your clothes, buddy. You'll never get in this man's Navy.
You've got to be able to tell red from green!"
The construction at the Marine bases was under the Navy, and it was
all under Captain Cotter in Norfolk. He would come by our quarry
occasionally, so I started shining up and putting on clean clothes in hopes of
seeing him and showing him around. This happened several times.
Mr. Bob Shepard was our sales manager, and he decided to try to help
me get in the Navy. He took me to see a friend of his in Norfolk, who took
us to see his friend who was a doctor at the Naval Operating Base. After a
little discussion, the doctor sat down and wrote me a waiver to get in the Navy
with color blindness. I had no idea there was such a thing, and as far as I
know, it was the only one ever issued. It may not have even been legal. Then,
we went to see Captain Cotter. He had a row of buttons on his desk and he
punched one, which brought in an officer with a clipboard to talk with me.
I thought to myself, "Maybe I can get a job here helping him in Norfolk and
learn something about the construction business." Then I went back to the
About a month later, I got a letter addressed on the envelope to
Ensign W. T. Ragland, Jr. The letter read, "You are hereby commissioned an
Ensign in the U.S. Navy. Report immediately to the Commander-in-Chief
Pacific Fleet for duty on the staff."
Before I knew what had struck, I was in San Francisco awaiting
transportation to Pearl Harbor. I went to Western Union and sent a wire to
Bob Shepard saying, "Whatever you are doing to help get me in the
Navy — please stop!"
When I arrived at Pearl, an officer read my orders and said, "Take this
officer to the Submarine Base." I said, "Sir, I thought you had to volunteer
for submarine duty."
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When I got there, I found that Admiral Nimitz had set up temporary
CINCPAC headquarters in the submarine base.
When I arrived at the headquarters, they discovered I could type and
sat me in front a typewriter typing a gaggle of unrelated letters all day like
XPTQFRZ, and out would come English translations of Japanese messages.
On or about my second day, out came a message from the Japanese
translated into English that said, "Invasion fleet departing to attack AF."
Admiral Nimitz really didn't know where point AF was — it could have been
anywhere — but he thought it was probably Midway or Oahu. I'm sitting on
So, he had us send word by cable to Midway for them to send out a
plain-language radio message, "Condenser at Midway has broken down and
will soon be out of fresh water." We then sent out a plain-language radio
message, "Water barge on way to Midway." It wasn't long before we
intercepted a Japanese message, "Point AF running short of fresh water." So,
that's how we knew where the invasion was coming. Talk about irbat ifs\ And
Well, the fleet had just limped in from the battle of the Coral Sea
where one of our carriers had been sunk and many ships had suffered damage.
They were due for extensive dry-dock and other repairs, but Admiral Nimitz
turned them right around and sent them straight to Midway to intercept this
invasion fleet. As you may know, we sank four Japanese carriers and damaged
other ships and foiled the invasion. This was the absolute turning point in the
All because I typed out XPTQFRZ!
Another time, we received a Japanese message that Admiral
Yamamoto was going to be flying to a certain place at a certain time. He was
commander-in-chief of the Japanese Navy and had been in charge of the
attack on Pearl Harbor.
The big question was whether or not to shoot him down. The only
reason not to was that it might disclose that we were breaking their codes, and
the outcome of the war depended to a large extent on the ability to continue
to break their codes.
It was in the middle of the night, and I happened to be the duty
officer. (I had been promoted from the typewriter.) So, I took the message
up to Admiral Nimitz's quarters. His aide took it to him and woke him up.
(I was glad I didn't have to do that part.) He came out with the reply,
We sent this out, and later we got a message from our task force,
Admiral Yamamoto was gone.
Admiral Nimitz was the nicest, most gentle gentleman. His sport was
throwing horseshoes at lunch, so we all had to learn to throw horseshoes.
Buddy Cheshire, from Raleigh, was commanding officer of a
destroyer escort that steamed into Pearl Harbor one day. I borrowed the
admiral's little whaleboat to go visit Buddy. The boat had five stars on the
bow. When I climbed the ladder to go aboard, the whole crew was lined up
at attention to greet Admiral Nimitz. When I appeared, they said in unison-
well, I'm not going to tell you what they said.
Let me go back to my grandfather Ragland.
He grew up in what is known as the McLean House in Appomattox.
You probably know that the first battle of the War Between the States
occurred at Manassas and that General Beauregard had taken over for his
headquarters a house belonging to one Wilbur McLean. Cannon balls started
coming around, and McLean said he was a peace-loving man and didn't want
anything to do with the war. So, he left and just happened to move to
When, four years later, General Lee realized he had to surrender, he
sent Colonel Marshall out to find a suitable place for the ceremony. The
colonel was walking down a path in Appomattox and the first person he saw
was this same Wilbur McLean. He asked him to help find a place for the
surrender. McLean stated he didn't want anything to do with the war, but it
was Sunday and the courthouse was closed, so he finally said, "Well, come on
and have it at my house." That's what they did, and so the war began in
Wilbur McLean's house and ended in his house, and he had moved 250 miles
in the meantime. That's a true story.
Then my great-grandfather bought the house and raised eight children
in it, including my Grandfather Ragland.
After the war, a Yankee came down and told my great-grandmother
he wanted to buy the house, tear it down and move it to Washington for a
tourist attraction. He said not many tourists would be coming to
Appomattox. Anyway, she sold it to him for a few dollars and stock in his
company, and he got as far as tearing it down when he went broke. The bricks
lay on the ground for 41 years until the government restored it and created a
Anna and I went there last summer and we had to pay to get into the
McLean House, and a tour guide was telling the group, "It's true the Yankees
took a lot of things, but they were always careful to pay for them."
Speaking of what ifs, while I was at Carolina in the summer of 1939,
I happened to go to the beach for a weekend. I went to a dance hall up over
the bowling alley where they had a nickelodeon playing and a lot of dancing.
I just happened to see a friend from Henderson who just happened to be
there, and he said, "Do you want to meet a good looking girl?" I said, "Why
certainly." So, he led me out on the dance floor and introduced me to Anna
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Wood, age 16. She was good looking (and still is), and I was immediately taken
with her. So much so that I have never had a real serious thought about any
other girl since that moment. I asked her if she would like to go out and look
at the moon. We did go out and saw the moon, but I hate to tell you, we were
back inside in about 10 seconds. She told me she was coming to St. Mary's in
the fall, and when she arrived, I was waiting for her. She came to Chapel Hill
dances a few times with me over the next two years, but she was also dating
other boys and wasn't one-tenth as interested in me as I was in her, which
made me prettv sad. I also came to see her at St. Marv's. There, you had two
choices: You could sit in the brightly lighted study hall full of people and a
teacher, or I could bring my mother over to St. Mary's, where she had to climb
the steps to Smedes Hall and sign Anna out. We would drop Mother off at
home, but had to retrieve her to take Anna back up the steps and sign her
back in time for chapel. But, what if I hadn't happened to go to that beach and
bump into that particular boy who introduced me?
Then the war broke out and I was off to the Pacific. Anna and I
exchanged a lot of rather lengthy letters, but the situation didn't seem to be
any different — still a one-way street after nearly five years. She had graduated
from St. Mary's and Randolph-Macon and gone to work for the American
Bankers Association in New York. Finally, on February 8, 1944, in one letter
she wrote that she had gone out the night before and wished I were there.
That was a major breakthrough!
Speaking of letters, that is certainly something that has changed in this
day of email, faxes, cell phones, etc. After Anna's mother died, they found in
her attic even' letter that I ever wrote Anna, and we later found every letter she
had written me. I also found a box of letters my daddy wrote mother for five
years before they were married, including some from France when he was
fighting in the trenches in World War I. I have here a letter my mother's
father, Dr. McKenzie in Salisbury, wrote to the president of Salem College.
"Dear Dr. Rondthaler, This is to request that you allow my daughter, Alice
McKenzie, to see Mr. Trent Ragland should he come to call." Not go
out — just see. They were marriedy/w years later.
By a strange coincidence, about the same time as I received the letter
from Anna, I also got a letter from my father saying it was nothing to worry
about, but Mother was to have a minor operation. If I had not gotten both
of these letters at the same time, I wouldn't have given the slightest thought
of going home. But, here a light bulb flashed in my mind. There had been no
such thing as a single day off or any leave for anyone since the war started, but
I went to my commanding officer and said, "Sir, my mother is going to have
an operation, and I really need to be with her." To my amazement, I was
granted an emergency leave.
I immediately called Anna in New York and asked her to come to
Raleigh, and she did arrive there on the train about an hour after I got there.
Mother had long since recovered from her operation. While Anna was here,
we planned to get married "after the war," of course, and I had to go back to
Then along came an Alnav message announcing a postgraduate degree
program at the Naval Academy in Annapolis. Anna said if I came back for
that, we could get married. That wasn't too smart because we couldn't know
where I would be sent when I finished Annapolis — certainly not back to
CINCPAC — or how long we would be separated until the war ended. Plus,
I was in communications and thought I had about the best job in the Navy
because even 7 message to or from the fleet, or MacArthur or Washington,
came across my desk. I certainly was not making big decisions, but it was
interesting and sure beat going to class all day and studying for exams or
subjects I was not going to be interested in after the war. But, I didn't want
her to get away, so I applied for the school, Admiral Nimitz recommended
me, and I was accepted.
So, I went to Edenton, got married, and went to Annapolis. Gas was
severely rationed, but we got enough coupons from friends and family to drive
to Norfolk and put the car on a boat to Washington.
When I finished Annapolis, I was assigned to an aircraft carrier in the
Pacific, which was forming up for the invasion of Japan. Before we could get
there, though, the atom bomb was dropped and the war came to an end. Talk
about what ifs\
Up until now, all we had known all our lives had been the Depression
and then war, so we were prepared for more tough times.
1 applied for a job at Superior Stone and they told me they had built
a lime plant at Four Hole Swamp, South Carolina, and said if I wanted a job,
we could move to Four Hole Swamp. But before we could move, our
manager for western North Carolina left the company to go into business for
himself, so they sent us to Charlotte instead of Four Hole Swamp.
Right after we moved to Charlotte, the government started selling all
of the construction equipment it had bought during the war. I went to Atlanta
and was the successful bidder on a two-yard power shovel. The price was
$3,000, which I didn't have.
I went to the Wachovia in Charlotte, which, I think, was all on one
floor on South Tryon Street. When I opened the front door, there at the first
desk was Mr. John Watlington. As you may know, he later went to Winston
and was president of the whole Wachovia for about 25 years. But in
Charlotte, whenever someone would come in, he would jump up, bow and
scrape, and welcome them.
I told him I needed $3,000 and gave a financial statement. I also had
a letter of introduction from Mr. Geoghegan, head of the Wachovia in
1 4 W. TRENT RAGLAND, JR.
Raleigh. Mr. Watlington said he would take it up with the loan committee and
for me to come back in a week. When I returned, he said, "I am delighted to
tell you that the committee has approved your loan at 4 percent." I said, "But
I heard the bank across the street was only charging 3 percent." He said, "Oh,
really? Well let me take it back up with the committee. Come back next
When I got back, he said, "I am delighted to tell you your loan for
$3,000 has been approved at 3V2 percent." "However," he continued, "the
committee asked me to tell you that if the need for additional funds should
arise in the future, they suggest you consider the sale of some assets." In other
words, don't come back!
We were in Charlotte eight years and, along with everything else, did
a lot of prospecting and opened up several new quarries.
One of the most interesting was at Augusta, Georgia. In 1951, the
government announced it was to build the first and only hydrogen bomb
plant. This was to produce the successor to the atom bomb, and it was the
largest construction job in the country.
I went down there to see if we could find a place to open a quarry and
get the order. It seemed that every producer in the country was there with the
same idea. I just about lived there for nearly a year, but to make a long story
short, we got the order, opened a quarry, and furnished all the requirements
of the project. The quarry we opened is still operating, and it has shipped over
a million tons a year ever since.
Now, here comes the sad part. In 1951, only 11 years after the
company got started, my beloved Uncle Edmond died very suddenly and
unexpectedly. This was a major blow to the company and, of course, put
more strain on my father. Then, two years later, he suffered a massive stroke
and had to become inactive. So, in two short years, we lost the two founders
of the company who had, in effect, been running it. Daddy sent word to the
board, "I want Young Trent to be elected President." I was only 32 years old,
but he had a lot of influence (and stock), so, guess what, I got elected and held
the job for the next 24 years.
In 1959, a man who had just been released from a prison camp broke
into my daddy's cabin and shot and killed him.. It took me a long time to stop
thinking about that, if, in fact, I ever did.
Also in 1959 we merged Superior Stone Company into American
Marietta, which later merged with Martin to form Martin Marietta, and I was
on the board of both companies. We were the only aggregates operations in
the company for 35 years — it was aerospace and rock, which didn't exactly
figure. We were later spun off to form an entirely separate and independent
company on the New York Stock Exchange called Martin Marietta Materials.
After I stepped down, the company really took off and, now, with
Steve Zelnak as president, it has 342 plants in Newfoundland, the Bahamas,
and across the United States with sales of over $1,500,000,000. The
headquarters are still right here in Raleigh, but not up over the drugstore.
When I reached 80, at a meeting of the board, they gave me a plaque
that declared me "Emeritus." I took it back to my office and showed it to
Mrs. Carol Hoke. She has been my secretary for 24 years and also serves in
a volunteer role as my advisor. I don't even have to ask her for her advice.
Mrs. Hoke said, "Do you know what 'Emeritus' means?" I said, "Not
exactly." She said, "It means you are a has been."
So, with that, I'd better close and say good afternoon.
Thank you very much again for being with us.
Anna Wood Rag/and and If". Trent Rng/and, Jr. , at the award ceremony. They celebrated
their 60"' wedding anniversary ten weeks later on 22 f///y 2004.
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HEAD TABLE: Left to right, top, H. G. Jones, Anna Raglan d Hayes, Sherwood H.
Smith, Jr., Laura Carpenter Bingham, and Trent Rag/and, Jr.; bottom, Anna Wood
Rag/and, Willis P. Whichard, Ere Smith, Warren Bingham, andLeona Whichard.
Tributes to Trent Ragland
H. G. Jones
l^aura Carpenter Bingham
Sherwood H. Smith, Jr.
Anna Ragland Hayes
Willis P. Whichard
Delivered at a banquet Honoring W. Trent Ragland, Jr., on his acceptance
of the North Carolinian a Society Award, Carolina Country Club,
Raleigh, 12 May 2004
GROT ER HERMANN AND W. TRENT RAGLAND, JK
AT PEACE COEEEGE, 1962
Introductory Kern arks
Arrowwood, Bakers, Belgrade, Buchanan, Castle Hayne, Hicone,
Kings Mountain, Mallard Creek, Maysville, Pomona, Neverson, Red Hill,
Reuben, Rivanna, Trego, Woodleaf, Kay Sand Spit, and Four Hole Swamp.
Now, if you have been w T atching the head table, you saw that one face changed
expression as each of those place names was mentioned. So we know that
tonight we have captured our quarry. His life, public and private, has been as
solid as the rock that underlies our earth and that provides a natural resource
indispensable to his and our world.
Following dinner you are going to hear more about that man of stone,
and to save time for that purpose we are going to be short on introductions.
At the head table are Leona Whichard, Warren Bingham, Eve Smith, Willis
Whichard, Laura Bingham, Sherwood Smith, Anna Ragland Hayes — and,
finally, please welcome Anna and Trent Ragland.
And among this august audience, we'll recognize just Anna and
Trent's immediate family. You've already seen and you will later hear from
daughter Anna Ragland Hayes, but will these individuals please stand and
remain standing for your collective greetings: daughter Alice Ragland and her
daughter Kenzie Keenan; son Trent Ragland III and his wife Wes; Trent's
brother Bill Ragland; and Anna's sister-in-law Annette Gilliam. Thank you.
Enjoy dinner, visit with your table mates, and we'll be back after
For us senior citizens, a quarter of a century is a short time, and it is
difficult for us to realize that the North Caroliniana Society Award was first
presented back before the advent of feel-good awards that are now handed
out so generously that one can sue for discrimination for not having been
given one. In 1978, we rechristened St. Patrick's Day St. Paul's Day and
surprised Paul Green with the first award. Tonight's award is the 31 st , all of
them listed in your program, and though many of our recipients have passed
on or are in declining health, we are glad to welcome back three of them. Will
each stand and remain standing and will you withhold applause so you can
welcome them collectively. William S. Powell and his Virginia, John L.
Sanders and his Ann, and Frank Borden Hanes and his jane. Thank you.
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For the information of those who did not arrive in time to hear the
presentation of the inaugural North Caroliniana Book Award, Michael
Southern, co-author of the winning tide, A Guide to the Historic Architecture of
Piedmont North Carolina, had to leave early; and co-author Catherine Bishir is
involved in a national meeting.
Nancy Lilly, the real hostess for this event, wanted something said
about the North Caroliniana Society. So I will say two sentences: Our passion
is North Carolina, and our motto is "Substance, not Show," which means that
we do rather than talk about doing and we seek service rather than publicity.
For example, we did not seek publicity for this event, because we wanted it to
be held in the presence of Trent's family and close friends. But if you wish to
know more, take your program home tonight, find a strong magnifying glass,
and read the back panel.
Not all of you heard Trent Ragland's fascinating reflections this
afternoon, but don't bother to ask him for a copy of his address, because it,
along with the full proceedings of this meeting, will be published later this year
in our North Caroliniana Society Imprints series, a copy of which will go to you
through the mail. For that reason, in choosing our speakers, we try to think
of two or three persons who have unique perspectives on the recipient, who
can put into the public record (for that is what our Imprints do) some aspects
of his or her life that may otherwise go unrecorded. For Trent Ragland,
whose life has touched so many, that is indeed a challenge.
Those of us who looked down Halifax Street from the
Capitol — before the State Legislative Building blocked the view — and
wondered if the successor occupant of the Confederate Hospital would
survive need not have feared. A remarkable rehabilitation started by others
was built upon by two persons at this table. One is the beneficiary of the
other. Laura Carpenter Bingham, a native of the North Carolina side of Kings
Mountain, graduated from Peace College in 1977 and returned twenty-two
years later as the ninth president of that venerable institution. That was after
continuing her studies at UNC-Chapel Hill and Indiana University and holding
positions in public policy, health care, and philanthropy at Duke University
Cancer Center, at Hollins University, and in the non-profit sector. Ms.
Bingham's leadership has just recently been recognized by her election to the
chairmanship of the Association of Presbyterian Colleges and Universities.
Let's hear the story of Trent Ragland and Peace College, by Laura Bingham.
[Laura Bingham's address begins on page 22]
A half-century ago a student from Florida enrolled in the University
at Chapel Hill and, except for a couple of years in the Navy, chose North
Carolina his permanent home. After receiving his law degree at UNC,
Sherwood H. Smith, Jr., opened practice in Raleigh. In 1965 he became
associate general counsel of Carolina Power and Light Company and, in rapid
succession, this "Human Generator" rose through offices undl, upon his
retirement in 1996, he was president and chief operadng officer of the
company. While serving in those capacities and on various corporate boards,
he has devoted time and energy to causes as diverse as the North Carolina
Citizens for Business and Industry, the Triangle Universities Center for
Advanced Studies, the Board of Visitors of UNC-CH, and the Rex Hospital
Board of Trustees. He holds the Distinguished Citizenship Award of NCCBI
and is a member of the North Carolina Business Hall of Fame. A friend of
Trent Ragland, Sherwood Smith.
[Sherwood Smith's address begins on page 29]
No one but the recipient's wife has had greater opportunity- to get to
know the real Trent Ragland, Jr., than his first daughter, who is following his
example in the public life of our state. Anna Ragland Hayes is a graduate of
Salem Academy, Randolph-Macon Woman's College, and the University of
North Carolina School of Law. She practiced law in Raleigh but now lives in
the semi-mythical community of Frog Level in Orange County, where she is
working on a biography of the beloved Susie Sharp, the nation's first
popularly-elected female state supreme court chief justice. Anna is a member
and former chairman of the UNC Friends of the Library's Board of Directors
and serves on the boards of the Lineberger Comprehensive Cancer Center, the
North Carolina Supreme Court Historical Society, and the Institut Francais de
Washington. For a unique view of the man we honor, Anna Hayes.
[Anna Hayes's address begins on page 32]
[Upon completion of the tributes, President Whichard came forward and
presented the award; see pages 37-38.]
Trent Kagland and Peace College
l^aura Carpenter Hingham
And thank you, Dr. Jones and Judge Whichard, both great North
Carolinians — as are all of you in the audience tonight — but these two
especially know a lot of Tar Heel stories on a lot of Tar Heel people, some of
which they can tell!
Warren and I are delighted to join you to mark the accomplishments
of William Trent Ragland, Jr., and to salute a man who has meant so much to
many of North Carolina's treasures and beacons, including the one to which
I am most dearly devoted — Peace College.
Dr. Jones asked me to center my remarks on Trent's contributions to
Peace College. I was happy for that assignment but must admit feeling it was
akin to the moment when a professor in assigning a research paper announces
its length: "You will write a paper describing the decline and fall of the Roman
Empire. Please limit yourself to two pages."
As all of you know, Trent's contributions across North Carolina have
been many and varied. But it is the depth and tenure of his contributions that
have had such a great impact. And, I would add, the modest way he
approaches his missions.
I know that because of the role he played, and continues to play, at
Peace College. Last year, the Peace College Board of Trustees honored Trent
by bestowing upon him the college's highest honor, the William Peace Medallion,
for his vision and profound leadership for Peace.
I actually think there may be a sense of destiny in my relationship with
"Mr. Trent." Perhaps even a bit with the Society.
The very year the North Caroliniana Society was chartered, in 1975,
I became a student at Peace College. Trent was serving as a director of the
Peace College Foundation and as a Peace trustee when I graduated and headed
to an alma mater we share, the University at Chapel Hill.
My hometown is Kings Mountain, the location of a Superior Stone
quarry operation. Trent and Anna never lived there, but Trent was trained, in
part, along with fellow Superior Stone legend Bill Ross, at the Kings Mountain
plant under the tutelage of Carl Mayes, whose wife, Lib, would become my
brother's godmother, four yours before I was born! And years later, Bill Ross
and my father determined that they were both, by coincidence, at Kings
Mountain's soda fountain when news of Pearl Harbor reached the mainland.
There is also something about the women in his life and the
importance they place on education. His mother "encouraged a concern for
quality Christian education"; Anna has St. Mary's and Randolph-Macon in her
blood; and both daughters are intellectually curious and achieving. One could
say "women rule" in the Ragland family.
Even Trent III finds himself serving as a trustee at St. Maw's and at
Peace, with a sense of philanthropic tradition and giving inspired by his father.
I have the joy of working with young Trent — at times on a daily basis — and
we both know that "Big Trent" is mighty proud of our work together at Peace!
Ironically, it almost wasn't to be.
Bill Ross is who should be credited with getting Trent into such deep
waters at Peace. For as Trent has explained about the irony of his now long
and fruitful association, "I had never set foot on the Peace campus, never had
a soul in my family to go to school there, never dated a girl from Peace. . . .
I didn't know one thing about it."
And therein is the beginning of the story.
Trent became involved with Peace College during the 1 960s, just after
a very public and difficult struggle over plans by the Presbyterian Synod of
North Carolina to abandon the Raleigh campus and consolidate it with a new
college to serve southeastern North Carolina, the college that later became St.
Andrew's in Laurinburg.
Some of you in this room may have had differing views about this
effort, but the expected threat of this action had been hanging like Cicero's
sword of Damocles over the college's future, really from the early 1950s.
For a school for girls founded in the 1850s — opened just after the
Civil War in the 1860s and operating with a noble mission of giving women
"a thorough and substantial education" — this threat was crippling, divisive,
and seriously undermined the ability of the institution to establish a firm
financial foundation to serve, protect, and enhance its purpose.
A number of people fell in line with the Synod's directive as
community efforts were mounted in at least seven eastern North Carolina
cities to attract the new college. In fact, some, like Hector McLean and others,
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believe that other new colleges — among them Methodist College at
Fayetteville, Wesleyan in Rocky Mount, and UNC-Wilmington — were a result
of the massive political and civic campaigns that erupted to "win the new
But many people disagreed vehemently with the proposal and it
became a matter of contention within the Synod. Peace's founding church,
First Presbyterian in Raleigh, sued to keep Peace College open and located on
our historic campus in Raleigh. The long and exhausting legal battle was
ultimately won in 1962.
We can judge today that the fight to keep Peace College in Raleigh
proved the right thing to do. It's a natural conclusion when you watch the
college's vibrant growth and its ongoing contributions to North Carolina and
to the city of Raleigh.
What happened in those next two decades stands today as a testament
to Trent Ragland, Jr., and to the "band of brothers and sisters" who engaged
with him in a historic church-civic alliance that united people in the cause of
Peace College, galvanized supporters, and ushered in an unprecedented era of
philanthropy that would propel it to remarkable and lasting achievements.
In the life of all institutions there are moments that become turning
points. One of those moments — perhaps its most central since its founding
a century earlier — was that the struggle over the college ultimately became an
advantage for Peace, for it propelled Raleigh supporters and the business
community, other thinking Presbyterians, its alumnae, and others to
Forty-two years ago, in 1962, Trent joined the board of the newly
incorporated Peace College of Raleigh Foundation, established to protect the
assets of the college from future threats. Trent was elected chairman of the
board at its organizational meeting and served as chairman for the next 18
years, remaining a foundation director for a total of 27 years.
One might assume that the foundation work alone was enough to tire
any warrior, but Trent also became a trustee — and served for over 20 years.
He was chairman of the Board of Trustees from 1979 to 1984, five years that
embraced the goodwill he helped generate in the previous two decades, when
the campus (largely as we know it today) was "constructed," to leading an
endowment campaign five times larger than anything previously attempted.
Trent remains an honorary member of both boards to this day.
Those of you with experience on governing boards know that what
I just recited is merely an outline of service. It is the details that enunciate and
add dimensions and color commentary that complete such a timeline and
speak to the essence of his contributions.
I will touch on only a few of those details, but you will see that Trent's
leadership, vision, gifts, and persistence led the college's seventh president,
David Frazier — with whom Trent worked most closely — to declare in 1985
that "Peace College will bear the Ragland stamp for the rest of her life."
Now, all good warriors know that leadership and propelling forward
motion for any worthy cause is a contact sport of dramatic proportion. Trent
Ragland knows that and lived that in his service to Peace College.
Realizing the value of an institution like Peace to Raleigh, he enlisted
others in the cause. He made his mark recruiting influential board members
and creating a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose, involving himself in
personal outreach and personal example.
Trent likes to call this the "multiplier effect" generated by the active
work of the trustees. It is something that can lift and transform an
institution — and that is one thing Trent Ragland accomplished for Peace
In addition to this capacity-building, Trent's business associations
were central to Peace landing what would become the transformational gift to
Peace College. In fact, it was the Superior Stone, now Martin Marietta,
connection that made it possible!
Sherwood Smith will shortly give this corporate history in more detail,
but it suffices now to say that Chicago industrialist Grover Hermann, of
American Marietta, became Peace College's transformational donor.
Really, Trent was actually "stunned" about it, but only a split-second
before he sprung into action.
The story is one of faith and courage, of the right timing, right
circumstances, and right chemistry. It goes, in abbreviated form, like this:
Trent and Bill Ross were to be at a business meeting with Mr.
Hermann. Knowing that Hermann was a big Presbyterian, Ross asked Trent
if he should tell him about Peace.
Ragland replied, "William (as Bill Ross is called by Trent), if you are
big enough damn fool to ask Mr. Hermann to give some money to little ole
Peace College, you go ahead and do it, but it's the biggest fool thing I ever
So, standing atop the American Club in Chicago, Ross said in a quiet
moment, "Mr. Hermann, I understand you're a Presbyterian."
The rest is history. Very shortly thereafter, Grover Hermann made
the largest-ever gift to Peace, and that single, salutary act launched a series of
fundraising efforts that changed the course of history for Peace. Hermann's
gift was three times the previous largest gift, made in 1946 by Kate B.
Reynolds in memory of her sister, a Peace alumna.
In a nutshell, the Peace relationship with the Hermanns lasted for 1 7
years. In the first decade of that relationship, Grover Hermann would give
over a million dollars to Peace, which just years before had faced being closed
by the Presbyterian Synod.
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Hermann became known as the "master builder" of the new Peace
College. But just as important as the amount of money Mr. Hermann gave to
Peace was the way in which Trent and others leveraged those gifts to boost
fundraising and prestige for Peace.
Mr. Hermann's first gift of $300,000 was used as a catalyst to launch
a matching capital campaign. That effort became the first of four
campaigns — all energized with matching funds from Mr. Hermann — and each
campaign was carried out with Trent at the helm of the foundation or as
The fundraising efforts brought in support that allowed the campus's
largest-ever expansion and construction campaign. New buildings, seven in
all, included Hermann Student Center, Pressly Arts and Science Building,
Finley Residence Hall, Belk Hall, Ross Residence Hall, Finch Library, and the
Browne-McPherson Music Building. Grover Hermann, Bill Ross, and Trent
Ragland had a hand in each of these buildings.
Of Grover Hermann's generosity and the leadership of people like
Trent Ragland, The Raleigh Times reported, "the most important development
of the Peace campus has not been the new building(s), but the new spirit which
is keeping the old college in such interesting ferment these days."
A resolution of appreciation adopted by Peace College's Board of
Trustees said that Trent, during the efforts of the 1960s and '70s, "dedicated
his time and resources to the assurance that Peace would succeed in its
mission, and through these commitments, Peace began a successful
reorganization program laying the foundation for the dramatic progress which
has culminated in its present enviable position as a financially sound and
academically strong institution."
But Trent wasn't finished.
In 1980, as chairman of the Peace College Board of Trustees, Trent
initiated a major "Commitment to Quality" campaign to increase the college's
endowment. In less than two years, the college raised an amount in new
endowments five times larger than anything attempted during the 1960s.
Trent set the pace. Trustee pledges set a new record. Alumnae
doubled their goal. An amazing 100 percent of the faculty and staff gave. By
1984, the Peace College endowment had grown from less than one million to
more than nine million dollars. Those dollars — then and now — are the single
largest source of support for student scholarships and support of our
In those years and since, Trent would do some very smart and
generous things for Peace. Among them: personally challenging alumnae to
give by declaring he would match their annual fund gifts dollar for dollar;
giving the Peace College tennis courts; establishing five endowed funds to
honor others (Trent was actually trying to get them in the habit of giving); and
starting the President's Discretionary Fund, dear to every college president,
including this one!
The Raglands also provided the seed gift for a new program at Peace
in 1980 that would take our students — a vast majority of them native North
Carolinians — to other parts of the world to enlarge their experiences, their
minds — and indeed — their hearts.
Their gift was the same size as Grover Hermann's first gift to Peace.
With additional gifts and investment performance, the fund — now known as
the Ragland Fund for Foreign Travel and Study — is nearing one million
dollars and has provided support for student travel of nearly $350,000.
Among the student beneficiaries are the Peace Chamber Singers who
next week will leave for their summer European Tour, aided by the Ragland
Fund. On their last trip, the Chamber Singers performed at The Duomo in
Italy and Notre Dame in Paris. This year, their capstone performance will be
at the Canterbury Cathedral.
One of our recent graduates expressed to Trent and Anna what her
experiences in London, and later in the Mayan culture of Mexico, meant to
her — a young woman, Ricki, from the fishing village of Wanchese, in Dare
County. Of her experience made possible by the Raglands, Ricki says, "My
view of the world became more huge and full of experiences and ideas . . . the
experiences began to reel me in, and I was hooked. I couldn't stop wanting
to learn, know and understand. . . ." Ricki concludes of her venture to learn
about other cultures that she actually came back having a greater appreciation
for her own culture, right here in North Carolina. "Some call the Outer Banks
a place where one can discover a new world but I thought it only a tourist
attraction, but now I realize that the Outer Banks, even Wanchese, is a culture
and society all its own." From Wanchese to the world.
The Raglands, through their travel fund and numerous other gifts to
Peace College through the decades, have enriched and enlarged the lives of
thousands of Peace students, like Ricki, one by one, and class by class, since
A.nd, Trent's still at it today, forty-two years later.
Esse Quam Videri is, of course, our beloved state's motto; it is perhaps
consequential, then, that Peace College, located blocks from the Capitol,
adopted the same motto.
What is profoundly consequential is that the motto of this organization,
the North Caroliniana Society, is "Substance, not Show." For in 1973, the
alumnae of Peace College proclaimed this year's honoree, Trent Ragland, "a
man whose principles and beliefs are illustrated by his actions." Substance,
I know that historians can debate the questions, "Do great times make
great men and women? Or do great women and men make great times?"
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For tonight, anyway, that debate is settled, and that's the Trent
Ragland I know!
Congratulations, Trent, and thank you from my heart and the hearts
of a multitude of others whose lives you have touched.
Taura Carpenter Bingham and W. Trent Ragland, Jr., 12 May 2004
Trent Kagland, Humanitarian
Sherwood H. Smith, Jr.
Thank you for this opportunity to talk about a leader, an achiever, and
a simply wonderful person.
At many southern dinners, "shortening" is a prized ingredient, but it
is very difficult to use "shortening" here when speaking about Trent
Ragland — but I will do my best to do so. And, I certainly won't be able to
describe alloi the important steps in his life and all of the many fine things he
has done. You have just heard about some of those things involving his
commitment to education and contributions to Peace College. Certainly no
words of mine could add anything to his lifetime of achievements.
Tonight's program contains a description of many significant events
and activities in Trent's life. A few highlights include the fact that he was born
in Salisbury, grew up in Raleigh, and served in the Navy in World War II, after
which he worked for and became president of Superior Stone Company.
Later the original company became part of the Martin Marietta Corporation,
from which Trent subsequently retired as senior vice-president. These years
included the boom-time of the 1920s, the Great Depression, personal military
service, and all of the economic growth and technical progress that occurred
in the last half of the twentieth century.
Trent's experiences, successes, and contributions have extended far
beyond business. His full range of interests is wide, and his concern is deep
for bettering the lives of others and for improving our community and state.
In whatever he did, and continues to do, people have always looked to him for
leadership. Perhaps, most of all, he is a patriot and just a great American.
In addition to education, Trent's public service interests have
included, among others, Rex Hospital, the United Way, the Kate B. Reynolds
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Health Care Trust, the North Carolina Symphony, the Anna Wood Ragland
Library Fund at UNC, the Research Triangle Foundation, and the Boys and
Girls Clubs of America and Wake County. The latter clubs happen to be one
of the several places where our lives and interests have intersected. In all these
activities, Trent's leadership has been significant and his sendees inspiring to
Trent seems to have a special warmth and interest for children and
young adults, as is evidenced by his involvement with the Boys and Girls
Clubs, as well as with the YMCA and Salvation Army.
The mission of the Boys and Girls Clubs is to inspire and to enable
all children, especially the disadvantaged, to realize their full potential as
productive, responsible, caring citizens. Stated very simply, these clubs are
positive places for children, and they serve millions of largely at-risk boys and
girls across the country.
In Raleigh and Wake County alone, thousands of children have
benefitted from the character-developing activities, the educational support,
and the positive adult guidance provided by the Boys and Girls Clubs.
I can assure you from my own personal experience, as someone who
has, also, had the opportunity to work with the Boys and Girls Clubs, that they
do, in fact, change and sometimes save lives, especially at-risk children from
What first interested Trent in the Boys Clubs, I personally do not
know, but perhaps his interest may have been influenced by experiences early
in his own life, such as loving parents, inspiring teachers, a happy young life
in a community that valued opportunity and self-fulfillment. With such a
beginning, it is easv to imagine how Trent, as a successful adult business
leader, may have naturally become a leader in helping others, especially those
Before the formation of the first Raleigh Boys Club in 1966, Trent
served as a National Associate for the Boys Clubs of America. In that role, he
helped raise funds to support the expansion of clubs across our country.
Then, in the late 1960s, he served on the founding board of the Boys Club of
Raleigh, and he has served on the club's advisory council since that time. In
1975, Trent's generosity made possible the purchase of four acres of land on
Raleigh Boulevard as the site for a new Boys Club. Following that, Trent, his
mother Alice, and his brother Billy gave funds to construct the club building
that is named for his father, William Trent Ragland, Sr. Later a Girls Club was
established nearby on the same property, following the merger of the Boys and
Girls Clubs organizations. Maintaining the family legacy, Trent III has been
active on the clubs' board of directors and served as chairman in 2002-2003.
Thus, for almost four decades, Trent's generosity and leadership have
contributed to bettering the lives of thousands of young people whom he may
never know personally. He and Anna still provide Christmas gifts to the club
Beyond his direct support of the Boys and Girls Clubs and other
important causes, Trent many years ago established a foundation to serve as
a means for the members of his immediate family to embrace the challenges
presented by social responsibility and to devote personal efforts and financial
support for a wide range of social, educational, religious, and similar
community needs. In this way, not only Trent and his wife Anna but also
their three children — Trent III, Anna Hayes, and Alice Ragland — all
participate in supporting worthy causes. Many of these supported
organizations work directly with youth. Others are focused on helping people
help themselves, by giving a "hand up" rather than a handout. Yet, realizing
that some in need are simply unable to help themselves, the Ragland
Foundation has also supported such organizations as Hospice, Meals on
Wheels, and Family Services.
In serving our community and many of its neediest citizens, Trent is
a personal role-model for me and for others. He is one of the finest
gentlemen that I have ever known, and his sterling character stands out in
everything he has done. Trent is kind, courteous, and considerate of others.
He is a person of great personal dignity and integrity, who wears those
attributes very lightly and easily. The people who have had the privilege of
knowing and working with him hold Trent not only in high esteem but in
great affection. He is soft-spoken but incredibly conscientious, determined,
and hardworking. Trent's life deserves not only compliments and praise, but
it is worthy of example and imitation for all of us.
There is another special part of Trent's life that should be noted this
evening. Near the end of the Book of Proverbs in the Old Testament there
is the message that a good wife is precious, and more so than rubies and
pearls. So it is with Anna Wood Ragland, a talented, gracious, lovely
person — a wife, a mother, a teacher, and a constant companion. She has
brought much to Trent's life and shares in his generosity and community
Tonight, we salute a true humanitarian, first because he deserves to
be saluted, and second because we need to do so. That is, I think we should
affirm our own commitments to Trent's example. His life says to us that even
though we live in a time of rapid change, frequent stress, and even danger, we
must remember that we also live in a time of great opportunity, promise, and
responsibility. Following Trent's example, we can be responsible and caring
citizens, constructively involved in improving the world around us.
And so, for these many reasons, we enthusiastically and warmly honor
W. Trent Ragland, Jr., for all that he does and the example that he sets.
A Few Words About My Father
Anna Ragland Hayes
H.G. Jones is nothing if not a man with an agenda. Under the guise
of a pleasant luncheon invitation, he deftly informed me of my speaking
assignment for this evening. Specifically, I was to address two topics: Family
and the University of North Carolina.
In mulling over H.G.'s topic assignments, seemingly quite separate,
I soon realized there was an overarching theme that tied the two together. As
I think of the important ways in which my father influenced my brother and
sister and me, I think immediately of his voracious reading, his resdess quest
for information on a thousand different subjects, his tenacious pursuit of
knowledge for its own sake as well as its utility. He taught us to value
education in both its pure and its institutional form. For him, the latter was
largely embodied in the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, where he
formed bonds that have only strengthened over the years.
Words I would use to describe my father include "lifelong learner,"
and this is the theme that ties together his role in our family life and his role
as a faithful alumnus of UNC.
Actually, it may have been another characteristic of my father's that
first gave us children an interest in learning. He is a man who enjoys the
company of others, and one summer when I was not much more than a
toddler and still the only child, my mother went off to Europe for a few weeks
with a cousin, leaving me with my grandparents down east in Edenton. We
were living in Charlotte then, and Daddy was on his own and lonesome. So
one night when a young man knocked on the door and asked if he could show
Daddy the line of encyclopedias he was selling, Daddy was delighted to invite
him in. When mother returned, we were the proud owners of a complete set.
The encyclopedia was a prominent presence on our bookshelves. I
remember random excursions through the volumes even before I could
actually read, learning mainly that there were astonishing sources of
information and wonder in the world if one knew how to make use of them.
Later, Lord knows, these volumes were my salvation when it came time to
produce a school paper on the English monarchy or the natural resources of
the Congo or any other imaginable subject.
I also remember a set of about a dozen children's classics covered in
dark leather-like bindings and illustrated with gorgeous full-page color scenes
that you matched up with the story: Treasure Island, Tittle Women, Swiss Family
Robinson, The Secret Garden, Black Beauty, among others. These I read and re-
Books were important in our home. Learning was important, but it
was also pleasure, sometimes pure unalloyed joy.
My sister Alice, when I solicited her for thoughts on this subject,
remarked to me, "I do think I get that thirst and hunger for knowledge from
Daddy, in the example that he set, and that's why my house is furnished with
books! I am very grateful for that model. A curious mind is a wonderful thing
. . . and is one secret of his continued youthfulness, I believe."
Another characteristic of my father's nourished his ceaseless quest for
knowledge. My father is a worrier. He is a creative worrier. It is his perceived
role in life to think of every possible catastrophe that can arise in any given
situation. In this way, by foreseeing disaster, he can figure out the best way to
forestall it, and thus he is a virtual font of information on the limitless ways
things can go wrong and how to prevent it.
Christmas at our house always brought this trait to its annual apogee.
Other families found dolls and bikes under their Christmas trees. At our
house, there was always a featured "Daddy present" betraying his concerns.
One year it was rope ladders for emergency fire escapes from upstairs
bedrooms. Another year it was roadside emergency kits to be carried in the
trunk of the car: flares, fire extinguisher, first-aid kit, jumper cables, flashlight,
a big "help" sign to put in the window. When we moved to a house in the
country that overlooked a small lake, Christmas morning revealed not a canoe
or fishing poles, but rather professional emergency resuscitation equipment
including stretcher and oxygen tank.
In fairness, it should be said that there were dolls and bikes along with
all the disaster gear.
It should also be said, lest it be thought that my father is a gloomy
sort, that these irrepressible "Daddy presents" were greeted with hoots of
laughter, in which he helplessly joined.
The instant 1 became a teenager, of course, it was revealed to me as
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if from on high that my father was a hopelessly backward person of extreme
conservative opinions on all subjects, mired in the past and impervious to
change. In proverbial fashion, he has gotten considerably smarter as I have
gotten considerably older. But if I had been paying attention, I would have
seen that far from the hide-bound traditionalist I labeled him, he was often not
only way ahead of me but also way ahead of his peers.
For example, sometime in the Dark Ages Daddy discovered
computers. I am talking about ages so dark that typewriters came with no
electricity and certainly with no wordprocessor. Typists routinely used
carbons between sheets of paper to make multiple copies, painstakingly
correcting by hand every mistake on ever}' copy. When Daddy attempted to
introduce some primitive computer operations to Superior Stone Company,
he was met by resistance even from his vice-president of finance and
accounting, who allowed as how they'd gotten along pretty well without any
such machines up until then, and he didn't see why they ought to "start
fooling with them now." Nonetheless, the company did slowly introduce
computers for all sorts of tasks. The early machines were enormous things,
taking up an entire room to perform tasks you could probably do today on
your cell phone. Superior Stone was so far in the vanguard that at one point
the company's big computer was the only one in the capital city capable of
tallying election votes. I vividly remember the excitement of election night
when we went downtown to the office, where the television and print media
congregated to follow the returns on the Superior Stone computer.
There were other subjects on which he was at least as forward-
thinking as I was, probably more so. Growing up in the South, I was at the
tag end of the era in which young ladies were not required or expected to do
anything but be decorative and preside over the home. I can remember my
father's shock when I was looking at colleges and we visited several in the
northeast. The female students, far from the carefully coiffed, skirt-wearing
girls found on campuses in the South, looked as if they had spent the night in
a dumpster. Their long uncombed hair fell in their faces, they wore no make-
up and, horror of horrors, they were all dressed in jeans. Such a willful
disregard for the feminine charms was unthinkable to him.
And yet, I recall my father discussing Betty Friedan's earth-shaking
book, The Feminine Mystique, with me. I seem to recall that he had actually read
it! Moreover, any time I took it into my head to strike out in some new
direction, he supported me. The pervasive and consistent message was that
anything I wanted to do that would expand my knowledge and understanding
was a good thing, whether it was a summer job in Wyoming or summer school
in Europe. He never made me feel that I should limit myself because I was
merely a girl.
Such encouragement to expand one's horizons was not gender-
specific, however. My brother Trent recalls surprising paternal acceptance of
his decision to drop out of college when he was 19 and go out to Colorado to
That must have required some tongue-biting.
But it proved to be the right policy, because brother Trent returned
not the least bit sadder although surely wiser, and finished his degree. He has
since become a very creditable grown-up.
When he was at UNC, Daddy never considered himself much of a
student. He was active in student government and student life, but when it
came to academics he was primarily interested in learning whatever would
prepare him for working at Superior Stone Company. His bonds to the
university, I would venture to say, grew more from his Chapel Hill friendships
than from any classroom experience. Football weekends and dances in the
Tin Can or Gimghoul Castle, not intellectual pursuits, were the highlights of
As a loyal alumnus, he has contributed to a variety of the university's
enterprises, and he served as vice-chairman of the Carolina Challenge for
UNC-Chapel Hill. Despite his blase undergraduate years, he has largely
although not exclusively focused his philanthropic activities on the university's
academic side. In particular, he has contributed to UNC's libraries. The
North Carolina Collection and the North Carolina Collection Gallery in
Wilson Library, as well as the newly-remodeled undergraduate library, have
been among his special interests.
That Daddy should gravitate to the libraries is not surprising. All
those books in there, all that knowledge, there for anyone who avails himself
of it. Nowadays, of course, a good deal of that knowledge can be found on
the internet, and Daddy is once again on the cutting edge. W 7 ell, maybe it takes
some help from a computer-sawy grandchild or a professional guru, but
Daddy has not been daunted by the learning curve of the world wide web.
Indeed, as some of you know, he has become an ardent argonaut of
cyberspace. The lifelong learner, he can do tricks on his computer that I
wouldn't begin to know how to do.
This afternoon you heard my father describe how he met my mother
for the first time at the beach one summer, almost 65 years ago. There is a
picture of her as a young woman, beautiful then as she is now, in which she
smiles out of the picture frame, a gardenia tucked behind her ear. It is a
photograph our family has known and loved as long as I can remember. If
you happen to stand behind my father's chair when he is not working on his
computer, you will see that that photograph is his Screensaver.
So tonight, on behalf of our family, I join the North Caroliniana
Society in acknowledging my father for some of the ways he has contributed
W. TRENT RAGLAND, JR.
to the betterment of North Carolina in general and UNC in particular. It is
a deeply meaningful recognition for all of us because it reminds us of one of
his most important gifts to us — the never-ending love of learning in all its
TRENT AND HIS FAMILY: Left to right, daughter Anna Ragland Hayes,
daughter-in-law Wesandson Trent III, Anna Wood Rag/and, "Big Trent, "granddaughter
Ken^ie Keenan, and daughter Alice Ragland. 12 May 2004.
Presentation of the A.ward
Willis P. Whichard
Thank you, Laura, Sherwood, and Anna, for your fine perspectives on
our honoree. You can and do speak for all North Carolinians.
Here in front is a photograph of the sterling silver cup representing
the North Caroliniana Society Award, the original of which is exhibited in the
North Carolina Collection Reading Room in Wilson Library in Chapel Hill.
The two-handled cup is the result of the Society's decision in 1991 to give to
John and Ann Sanders the assignment of selecting a tangible symbol of the
award. This is not just "another" cup; it already had a distinguished history
connecting the family of Thomas Jefferson with that of Calvin Coolidge.
Jefferson had a favorite granddaughter who, late in his life, married a Coolidge
and moved to Massachusetts. Much to his sorrow he never saw her again, but
he heard about her through his correspondence with his friend John Adams,
who saw her with some frequency. That story, too lengthy to be repeated at
this hour, will be found in the Society's annual report for 1990-1991. The
trophy is appropriately engraved with the wording, "The North Caroliniana
Society Award for distinguished contributions to North Carolina history and
culture," to which is added the name of each recipient.
The Sanderses also selected modest sterling cups, one of which is
appropriately engraved and presented to each recipient. The simplicity of the
cup is emblematic of the North Caroliniana Society's dedication to
"Substance, not Show," the most essential quality we seek in each year's
This year's recipient, like those before him, epitomizes substance over
show. Trent, if you will, please come forward and accept this award and make
such remarks as you choose.
Acceptance of the A.ward
W. Trent Rag/and, Jr.
What can I say? I've already told you this afternoon more than you
want to know.
I am indeed honored by the North Caroliniana Society Award.
Thank you, Laura, Sherwood, and daughter Anna, for what you have
said about me — and for what you didn '/ say!
I am filled with gratitude that you all would come here tonight, and
I am absolutely delighted to see each and ever} 7 one of you.
Thank vou all so much.
Trent Ragland accepts the North Caroliniana Society Award from President Whichard
FOLLOWING THE AWARD BANOUET, Trent and Anna Wood Rag/and and
H. G. Jones pose with the sterling cup emblematic of the North Caroliniana Society Award.
In lower photo are Anna Ragland and their son, William Trent Rug/and, III.
W. TRENT RAGLAND, JR.
FRIENDS AND MORE FRIENDS: Top, Dana and Scott Tag, Trent Ragland,
and Nancy Eillj (event hostess); bottom. Eve and Sherwood Smith chuckle over Trent's
reflections in the afternoon. And on the following pages, many more family and friends.
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NORTH CAROUNIANA SOCIETY AWARD RECIPIENTS
Archie K. Davis
Sam]. Ervin, Jr.
H. G. Jones
North Carolina Collection
Gertrude Sprague Carraway
EeRoy T Walker
John Tries Blair
J. Carlyle Sitterson
William C <& Ida H.
Hugh MacRae Morton
William S. Powell
John E. Sanders
Mary D.B.T <& James Semans
Don's Waugh Betts
William McWhorter Cochrane
Richard H. Jenrette
Emma Neat 'Morrison
Trank Borden Hanes, Sr.
Eaivrence T. Eondon
Trank H. Kenan
Elizabeth I r ann Moore
W. Trent Ragland, Jr.
A. North Caroliniana Society Award
to Elizabeth Vann Moore
A very special North Caroliniana Society Award was presented to
Elizabeth Yann Moore of Edenton on 24 April 2004. President Whichard
made the presentation during the Elizabeth Vann Moore Biennial Series for
Historic Preservation held at Albemarle Plantation in Perquimans County.
This was the third symposium in the series made possible by family and friends
of Miss Moore to encourage the emulation of her scholarly work.
The Society cited Miss Moore as historian extraordinaire for "a lifetime
of sen-ice as a historian of North Carolina and her beloved Albemarle region,
for her guardianship of the sources of history, for her impeccable research and
publications, and especially for her generosity in sharing her research so
unselfishly that other authors and their readers might enjov the fruits of her
A graduate of UNC-Chapel Hill and Columbia University, Miss Moore
elevated local history in North Carolina to a higher level of scholarship, and
her research has led to significant publications both by herself and by others
to whom she supplied documentation and assistance. The North Caroliniana
Society honored itself by joining in recognizing her as our state's outstanding
local historian, spry and still enthusiastically researching at age 92.
The North Caroliniana Society
Wilson Library, Campus Box 3930
Chapel Hill, North Carolina 27514-8890
Telephone (919) 962-1172; Fax (919) 962-4452; hsjoi/esia ' em ail, /inc. edit; mvw.ncsociety.org
Chartered on 1 1 September 1975 as a private nonprofit corporation under provisions of Chapter
55A of the General Statutes of North Carolina, the North Caroliniana Society is dedicated to the promotion of
increased knowledge and appreciation of North Carolina's heritage through the encouragement of scholarly
research and writing in and teaching of state and local history, literature, and culture; publication of
documentary materials, including the numbered, limited-edition North Caroliniana Society Imprints and North
Caroliniana Society Keepsakes; sponsorship of professional and lay conferences, seminars, lectures, and
exhibitions; commemoration of historic events, including sponsorship of markers and plaques; and through
assistance to the North Carolina Collection of UNC-Chapel Hill and other cultural organizations with
kindred objectives. With an entirely volunteer staff, the Society is headquartered in the incomparable North
Carolina Collection in UNC's Wilson Library.
Incorporated by H. G.Jones, William S. Powell, and Louis M. Connor, Jr., who soon were joined
by a distinguished group of North Carolinians, the Society was limited to a hundred members for the first
decade. It elects from time to time additional individuals meeting its strict criterion of "adjudged
performance" in service to their state's culture — i.e., those who have demonstrated a continuing interest in
and support of the historical, literary, and cultural heritage of North Carolina. The Society, a tax-exempt
organization under provisions of Section 501(c)(3) of the Internal Revenue Code, expects continued service
from its members, and for its programs it depends upon the contributions, bequests, and devises of its
members and friends. Its IRS number is 56-1 1 19848. Upon request, contributions to the Society may be
counted toward Chancellor's Club membership. The Society administers a fund, given in 1987 by the
Research Triangle Foundation in honor of its retiring board chairman and the Society's longtime president,
from which nearly 250 Archie K. Davis Fellowships have been awarded for research in North Carolina's
historical and cultural resources. The Society also sponsors the North Caroliniana Book Award, recognizing
a book that best captures the essence of North Carolina, and it confers the William Stevens Powell Award
upon a senior student who has contributed most to an understanding of the history and traditions of The
University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
A highlight of the Society's year is the presentation of the North Caroliniana Society Award to
an individual or organization for long and distinguished sendee in the encouragement, production,
enhancement, promotion, and preservation of North Caroliniana. Starting with Paul Green, the Society has
recognized Albert Coates, Sam ]. Ervin,Jr., Sam Ragan, Gertrude S. Carraway,John Fries Blair, William and
Ida Friday, William S. Powell, Mary and James Semans, David Stick, William M. Cochrane, Emma Neal
Morrison, Burke Davis, Lawrence F. London, Frank H. Kenan, Charles Kuralt, Archie K. Davis, H. G.
Jones, J. Carlyle Sitterson, Leroy T. Walker, Hugh M. Morton, John L. Sanders, Doris Betts, Reynolds Price,
Richard H. Jenrette, Wilma Dvkeman, Frank Borden Hanes, Sr., Maxine Swalin, Elizabeth Yann Moore,
W. Trent Ragland, jr., and, on its sesquicentennial, the North Carolina Collection.
BOARD OF DIRECTORS
Willis P. Whichard, President
Archie K. Davis (1911-1998) and William C. Fndav, Presidents Emeriti
William S. Powell, I ice-President, H. G. Jones, Secretary and Treasurer
Martin H. Brinkley, H. David Bruton, Kevin Cherry, James W. Clark, Jr., Bern" A. Hodges,
Dana Borden Lacy, Nancy Cobb Lilly, W. Trent Ragland, Jr., John L. Sanders
Ex Officio: Archives and History Director, North Carolina Collection Curator
Honorary Life Director: William McWhorter Cochrane
Directors Emeriti: Frank Borden Hanes, Sr., Henry W. Lewis, Edward L. Rankin, Jr.,
Robert W. Scott, William D. Snider
(Note: Small photos on pages 41 -44 are numbered from top left to bottom right.)
Jan G. Hensley: Page 3 (both); page 15; page 22 (right); page 32 (left); page
36; page 39 (top); page 41, numbers 3, 4, 5, 9, 10; page 42, numbers 3 through
10; page 44, number 10.
Jerry W. Cotten: Front cover; page 16 (both); page 22 (left); page 28; page 29
(both); page 32 (right); page 38; page 39 (bottom); page 40 (both); page 41,
numbers 1, 2, 6, 7, 8; page 42, numbers 1, 2; page 43 (all); page 44 (numbers
1 through 9).
Peace College: Page 18.
North Carolina Collection: Page 45.
H. G. Jones: Page 46 (both).
NORTH CAROLINIANA SOCIETY IMPRINTS
H. G.Jones, General Editor
No. 1. An Evening at Monticello: An Essay in Reflection (1978)
by Edwin M. Gill
No. 2. The Paul Green I Know (1 978)
by Elizabeth Lay Green
No. 3. The Albeit Coafes I Know (1979)
by Gladys Hall Coates
No. 4. The Sam Yimn I Know (1 980)
by Jean Conyers Ervin
No. 5. Sam Ragan (1981)
by Neil Morgan
No. 6. Thomas Wolfe of North Carolina (1982)
edited by H. G. Jones
No. 7. Gertrude Sprague Carraway (1982)
by Sam Ragan
No. 8. John Fries Blair (1983)
by Margaret Blair McCuiston
No. 9. William Clyde Friday and Ida Howell 'Friday (1 984)
by Georgia Carroll Kyser and William Brantley Aycock
No. 10. William S. Powell, Historian (1985)
by David Stick and William C. Friday
No. 1 1 . "Gallantry Unsurpassed" (1 985)
edited by Archie K. Davis
No. 12. Mary and Jim Semans, North Carolinians (1986)
by W. Kenneth Goodson
No. 13. The High Water Mark (1986)
edited by Archie K. Davis
No. 14. Raleigh and Oninn: The Explorer and His Boswell (1 987)
edited by H. G.Jones
No. 15. A Half Century in Coastal History (1987)
by David Stick
No. 16. Thomas Wolfe at Eighty-seven (1988)
edited by H. G. Jones
No. 17. A Third of a Centmy in Senate Cloakrooms (1988)
bv William McWhorter Cochrane
No. 18. The Emma Neal Morrison I Knon '(1989)
by Ida Howell Friday
NORTH CAROLINIANA SOCIETY IMPRINTS
No. 19. Thomas Wolfe's Composition Books (1990)
edited by Alice R. Cotten
No. 20. My Father, Burke Dans (1990)
by Angela Davis-Gardner
No. 21. A Half Century with Rare Books (1991)
by Lawrence F. London
No. 22. Frank H. Kenan: An Appreciation (1992)
edited bv Archie K. Davis
No. 23. Growing Up in North Carolina, by Charles Kuralt, and
The Uncommon Laureate, by Wallace H. Kuralt (1993)
No. 24. Chancellors Extraordinary: J. Carlyle Sitterson and LeRoy T. Walker (1995)
bv William C. Friday and Willis P. Whichard
No. 25. Historical Consciousness in the Early Republic (1995)
edited by H. G. Jones
No. 26. Sixty Years with a Camera (1996)
by Hugh M. Morton
No. 27. William Gaston as a Public Man (1 997)
bv John L. Sanders
No. 28. William P. Gumming and the Study of Cartography (1998)
edited bv Robert Cumming
No. 29. My Lore Affair with Carolina (1998)
by Doris Waugh Betts
No. 30. A Single but Huge Distinction (1999)
by Reynolds Price
No. 3 1 . Richard fenrette 's Adventures in Historic Preservation (2000)
edited by H. G. Jones
No. 32. Sketches in North Carolina USA 1872 to 1878 (2001)
by Mortimer O. Heath; edited by H. G. Jones
No. 33. Roots and Branches (2001)
bv Wilma Dvkeman
No. 34. Glimmers in the Gloaming (2002)
bv Frank Borden Hanes, Sr.
No. 35. Coming of Age in North Carolina's Fifth Century, by Maxine Swalin, and
The North Carolina Symphony, The People's Orchestra, by John L. Humber (2003)
No. 36. Reflections (2004)
bv W. Trent Ragland, |r.
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